Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: TILLSONBURG (Stompin Tom Connors)
From:
George Seto - af221@chebucto.ns.ca
Date: 05 Jul 02 - 10:12 PM
From Tillsonburg:
TILLSONBURG
Stompin Tom Connors While a[D]way down in southern On[A7]tario,
I never had a nickel or a [D]dime to show,
A fellow beeped up in an [A7]automobile,
He said, "Ya wanna work in the to[D]bacco fields of...
Chorus
[G]Tillsonburg (Tillsonburg), [D]Tillsonburg (Tillsonburg),
My [A7]back still aches when I [G]hear that [D]word.
He said, "I'll only give ya seven [A7]bucks a day,
And if you're any good you'll get a [D]raise in pay,
Your bed's already on the [A7]bunkhouse floor,
If it gets a little chilly you can [D]close the door." Chorus
I was feelin' in the morning any[A7]thing but fine,
The farmer said, "I'm gonna teach you [D]how to 'prime'."
He said, "You gotta don a pair of [A7]oilskin pants,
If you wanna work in the to[D]bacco plants of... Chorus
We landed in a field that was [A7]long and wide,
With one old horse and [D]five more guys,
I asked him where to find the [A7]cigarette trees,
When he said, "Bend over," I was [D]ready to leave... Chorus
He said to pick just the [A7]bottom leaves,
And don't start crawlin' on your [D]hands and knees,
Prime your row 'cause you'll [A7]get no pay,
For standin' there pickin' at your [D]nose all day 'round... Chorus
With a broken back bendin' [A7]over there,
I was wet right through to the [D]underwear,
And it was stuck to my [A7]skin like glue,
From the nicotine tar and the [D]morning dew of... Chorus
Now, the nearest river was [A7]two miles from,
The place they were waitin' for the [D]boat to come,
When I heard some talk about [A7]makin' the kill,
I was down the highway and [D]over the hill from' Chorus
Now there's one thing you can [A7]always bet,
If I never smoke another [D]cigarette,
I might get taken in a [A7]lot of deals,
But I won't go work in the to[D]bacco fields of...
Chorus (repeat last line to fade)
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